I don't even know if people are reading this... But at the same time I really don't care! XD I'm having to much fun! ;)

P.S. this chapter might be short... :(

Mimi hugged Dimentio as the warm shower water poured over his head. She thought that a nice shower might help him. Although, since she had to watch him to make sure he didn't drown or fall over, she had to let the water soak his clothes. Which he's probably be upset about later. But at the same time, she didn't care. She also didn't even care that her hair was getting soaked. Suddenly Dimentio began coughing harshly before he moaned and his head rolled over to the side. Mimi frowned.

' Please grambi... '

She prayed. She'd never been very devote, but needed something to reassure herself right now.

' Please let Dimentio be ok... '

Mr. L panted as he rushed into the elevator. He pressed up against the back of it, panting as water dripped off his bangs. He was now heading for the third floor of Flipside. In his right hand he held his mask. Though he hated removing it, he couldn't let anyone recognize him here in Flipside. And he couldn't fail Dimentio.

Nastasia sighed as she tried to relax with her coffee. She couldn't take her mind off Dimentio. She looked up a bit, seeing the O'chunks just sitting there quietly. It wasn't often that the minion was quiet. So one knew that he was just as concerned about the jester as everyone else. She looked back down at her drink, taking a small sip.

" ... Will 'e be alright Nastasia? "

Nastasia jumped and looked up at the minion. Personally, she didn't know the answer to the question, but she was a fellow leader amongst the minions. So she needed to be strong. The purple haired secretary smiled softly, placing a hand on his larger hand.

" Yeah. He'll be fine O'chunks. "

Secretly... she was praying she was right.

Mr. L shrieked as the citizens of Flipside were crowding him. The mechanic pressed the pure heart to his chest. He'd managed to get it out of the pillar, but not unnoticed. Merlon stepped out of the crowd, quickly recognizing the mechanic. He frowned.

" Now son, just give us back the pure heart. "

He said calmly. Mr. L glared furiously, just as a harsh lightning bolt cracked across the sky.

" No! "

He yelled. He was so scared... so determined and desperate, tears threatened to fall from his intense emotions.

" I won't! I won't let him die! "

Count Bleck sat by the now awake and extremely terrified jester, who was finding it harder and harder to breathe. Death was beginning to claim him, it was plain to see. All of the minions had a hand on his shoulders or his arms, while count Bleck had him on his lap. The count didn't want to watch the minion die... Dimentio looked up at the count through his wet bangs, eyes glazed over and losing focus fast. He took a deep breath before trying to speak.

" C-Count? Is... my game... my games endi-ing... isn't i-it? "

The count couldn't bear to tell him the truth. How could he tell the teen he was dying? He was still so young... Count Bleck forced a smile and began to rub his back in tiny circles.

" No... Said count Bleck. "

He said softly.

" Your just going to go into a nice sleep. You'll be able to cause all the destruction you want, and you can eat as much junk food as you like. "

Mimi whimpered when the count finished, hiding her tears quickly. Unfortunately, Dimentio saw, smiled, and lifted her chin up to look him in the eyes.

" Mimi... take ca-are of yours-self... "

The young shapeshifter smiled for the jester and wiped her eyes. The sickly one then turned to Nastasia.

" Nassy... I hope you... "

His breaths were becoming weaker as he spoke.

" I... I h-hope you... find your h-happiness... When the worlds destro-oyed... "

The purple haired girl smirked and turned away to hide the tears forming in her eyes. Dimentio wheezed and looked up at O'chunks.

" 'Chunks... K-kick the hero-oes uptight little butts f-for me. "

O'chunks laughed a bit sadly.

" It would be mah pleasure mah boy. "

Dimentio smiled and finally turned to Count Bleck.

" I-I think... "

He whimpered.

" I ...think I ... owe you... the biggest... Th-thanks in the w-world... for taking me in... "

" Shhh... Soothed count Bleck. "

The count answered.

" Save your strength. "

Mimi choked out a sob and hugged Nastasia, who graciously hugged back. No one in the room could believe that their favorite purple and yellow jester was dying. No one wanted him to go...

Suddenly the door FLEW open, and there stood Mr. L with the red pure heart tucked under his arm. Immediately everyone cheered.

(Ten minutes later... )

Mr. L tapped his foot in impatience. The count had made everyone leave the jesters room so he could preform the spell, because apparently it was very dangerous. L just prayed that he hadn't been too late. Finally the door opened, with a pleased looking count Bleck standing there.

" His fever broke, explained count Bleck. "

He began.

" He'll be fine by morning. "

Once again everyone cheered. No one had been so relieved in their life.

" Mr. L, I'd like you to keep an eye on him for one more night. "

The count continued.

" Just in case. "

Mr. L saluted like a soldier in the war.

" Yes sir! "

Mr. L immediately went into Dimentio's room while everyone else headed off to bed. He took a seat next to the jester and yawned, just now realizing how tired he really was. He looked at the sleeping magician and smiled.

" You know, you really scared everyone today. "

He playfully scolded.

" I'm just glad we were able to save you in time. "

He yawned again, leaning back in the chair.

" Don't do that to use again Dimmy. No one wants you to die. "

He closed him silver eyes, drifting into unconsciousness.

" Especially me... y-your my... best... friend... "

Finally the mechanic fell asleep.

( Next morning )

Dimentio inhaled through his nose sharply and sat up, rubbing his back. Good grambi he felt amazing. He knew he was feeling better. And he had many people to thank for that. Especially a certain mechanic. The purple minion smiled and turned to greet the other minion, only to find that he himself don't look so hot. Dimentio quickly felt his forehead, finding that it felt warm. He immediately knew why the mechanic was sick: he fell asleep with wet hair. Dimentio laughed a bit, crossed his arms and shook his head.

" What am I gonna do with you? "

He questioned playfully. He then picked him up and carefully placed him on his bed, covering him up. He then sat down beside him, smirking a little.

" Now it's my turn to look after you. "

Done! I really hope you liked it! Oh, and the little cliff hanger at the end? Completely intentional. If anyone's interested, they could continue off the ending. I'd LOVE to see how it'd turn outXD Thanks!